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Shy Pumpkin

Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 10:59 pm
TYPE OF POST: OPENING


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..................................................¸¸´¯`.¸¸¤location: Texas, El Paso
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...............................¸¸´¯`.¸¸¤i've got : Several guns, a bag with some necessities, a Jeep
.....................¸¸´¯`.¸¸¤mood : nonchalant, slightly excited
...........¸¸´¯`.¸¸¤i am : Renée Aeren

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"…The heck!?! What do you mean it’s too dangerous? …Well, how am I supposed to know how many people are left here?...Stop mumbling s**t about ratio or probability. There are lives at stake!” her lips pursed as she raised an eyebrow. The door flung open, “…Mrgh.....Oh s**t! They’re here! ” she let out an ear piercing scream. The items on the table were flung at “it”, the rest fell to the floor as the girl bumped into the table whilst backing away from the door. She flung the phone at “it”, and as she did, the phone cord unplugged itself from the tension. “It” was nothing but a figment of her imagination and thin air.
Bleeh!” Renée stuck her tongue out at the phone, “Tch. That ought to haunt your conscience for a bit.” The whole scenario was just a self-orchestrated drama to get back at the guy from emergency services who had refused to send a plane over.

She slumped down into a wheelie chair nearby as she started blow-drying her dark chocolate brown hair. “Oh well~ Looks like I’ll have to help myself, if they won’t help me.” Renée sighed, looking around the security/control room at the airport as the TV broadcasted the warning message about the situation for about the 13th time. She had already spent around 2 days in the airport already and had just taken a shower before making the phone call. During those two days, Renée had gathered food (bottle water, various confectionary and whatever vegetables/fruit she could find from the kitchens of fast-food outlets), medical supplies (from various medicine boxes around the airport), found herself a secure place to hide (the control room she was in now, where all the cameras in the airport are linked to) and information on the place (a road-map of Texas and several books about zombies from the bookstore).
Those darn government people, what are they doing out there!?!...I can’t spend forever here, got to get up and do something~ and besides, it won’t be too long till a real zombie comes here.” She thought to herself. “Ah, I wonder what happened to the rest of the people in the airport, if they are still alive…but oh well, good luck to them wherever they may be~.

Renée got up and went to the bathroom, undoing the towel from around her body and slipping her clothes back on as she continued to complain. “This feels worse than a corset.” She thought as she tightened the bandage around her chest. She strapped on a bullet proof vest that she had found in the room, before putting her shirt and jacket back on.
See you later, Renée.” Renée smiled, looking at her reflection in the mirror once more before tying up her hair and putting on the purple-black wig on.
Tch, this hair looks awkward.” She started pinning down the wig in a few inconspicuous places and ruffling the wig slightly to make it look more natural before leaving the toilet.

Remembering the bag she took from the plane hijacker, she opened it, picked out several guns and loaded them, placing two in her coat pocket, two inside their holster which was then attached to belt around her waist and keeping one in hand. Renée put the spare gun cartridges into her bag before slinging it across her left shoulder, checking the cameras and roughly planning her route before she exited the room. She cautiously opened the door before bolting to the rent-a-car desk and jumping over it. Crouching down behind it, she opened the desk’s drawer and grabbed several keys.
She lifted her head slightly above the desk and when she confirmed that the coast was clear, ran to the parking lot. She bit her lip, scanning the rows upon rows of cars as she pressed the “open” button on several car keys. “C’mon, c’mon, a motorcycle, a 4 wheel drive, a hummer….” The silence and vast space started to crept her out slightly, until she heard a moan. This time it wasn’t her. Renée swore under her breath as she crouched down behind the nearest car, looking for the source of the noise. It was not long before she spotted one of them standing a few rows in front of her.
Blip blip. The lights of a Jeep in half way between Renée and the zombie started to blink. Its head turned towards the car and it started limping over to it.
s**t, forgot that I was pressing car keys…” She gripped her gun in her right hand and threw the other car keys in the opposite direction to where she wanted to go with her left. The zombie momentarily looked in the direction of the keys, before hearing Renée’s footsteps and starting to walk towards her.
Tch.” She raised her “gun-arm” and shot the thing several times in the neck, its blood splattered across the floor and the bonnet of the car as it fell to the floor.
Renée crawled into the Jeep, placed her bag on her lap and the gun on the dashboard, her hands slightly shaking as she started the car and sped towards the city.

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Shy Pumpkin

Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 3:35 pm
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                                                                                  She knifed though her pancakes rather mechanically; cutting them into small bite sized pieces before carefully dipping them into the mini-pool of maple syrup that sat beside the pancake tower.
                                                                                  What does he want?” Celeste thought to herself, noticing that someone was watching her. Normally, she would have just gotten up and left out of irritation and awkwardness, but today the girl decided to just let it go for two reasons. Firstly, she hadn’t finished her food and she had paid for it. It wouldn’t make sense to leave half a plate of pancakes and a cup of hot chocolate sitting there just to be thrown out (unless it tasted horrible). And secondly, she could feel something emitting from him, but not being completely familiar with detecting spirit energy, she wasn’t exactly sure what it was. Now that she thought about it, the three people that she had passed earlier on in the day probably also had a similar, yet different vibe emitting from them. Celeste couldn’t be too sure about it though and felt a little regret for not staying longer to investigate it. But she soon brushed off her feelings, as she had an inkling that she was going to see them again.
                                                                                  I wonder…maybe he’s a spirit detective? Or an assistant?” Celeste wasn’t one to take action and so settled for making up theories in her head. She glanced down at her hot chocolate and sighed a little, starting to stir her drink as she wished that Koenma would appear again to give her more instructions.

                                                                                  Just as she was about to take a sip of her drink, she felt someone’s presence slowly getting closer. Unfazed, the girl continued what she was doing. Unfortunately, the drink was too hot and she couldn’t just chug it and go. She heard the chair next to her slide away and looked to see who it was. It was the hairy middle aged man with the gold chain. The girl frowned her brows a little. It wasn’t only that she didn’t want his company, but something felt off about him.
                                                                                  “Mind if I sit here, young miss?” he asked, his voice gruff yet slimy at the same time. It made her hair stand on end, but she kept her poker face on and shot him a glare that made him flinch a little.
                                                                                  You’re already sitting here, you obnoxious oaf! Go away~~~!” Her inner voice shouted at him as she coolly replied “Yes, I actually do.” The man stayed seated. “You have that don’t you? That book.” He asked her before she could stand up to leave.
                                                                                  I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She calmly told him, but inside Celeste felt a sinking feeling. She knew exactly what he was after and it was in her bag. The book he was referring to was an artefact she had gotten during one of her travels when she was younger. Its covers were made out of metal and it had a leather spine extended out to something that resembled a bag strap. But its design was not why it is so sort after. Its pages contained ancient maps to various places and also were a very powerful spirit-energy medium and if used correctly could produce very powerful spirit/demon seals (though it currently only contains seals for minor spirits and demons).

                                                                                  “Guess I was wrong. But no matter, there are a few very tasty looking people around here. Like your friend over there, he’s been looking at you for a while now. And of course, you.” A wave of spirit energy started emitting from the man, it wasn’t overwhelming, but it wasn’t normal. Celeste starting thinking about what to do.
                                                                                  The only people who know about my book are people who have a high level of spirit energy. I don’t really know why, but, his energy seems different from the ones I’ve felt today… This man must be a demon or a spirit or something. At least he believed that I don’t have it, but now he’s after people and me. Hn…The closest place away from large crowds would be the school, not many people are there today since it’s exam time. The best place to fight him would be in the school’s gymnasium, since it’s enclosed, I can fight without onlookers. But how about if he destroys the place? Maybe the park then? We'd have to go through the city though…Tch, why me?” Normally, she wouldn’t be one for action but Celeste knew she had to do something if she didn’t want to die or let others get injured at the café. Gripping the book that she had been reading earlier, she gritted her teeth before chucking it in his face, kicking him in the shins and then pouring her scalding hot chocolate onto his head.
                                                                                  She skated over to “her friend” whilst using one hand to grab him by the collar and dragged him along without an explanation she continued her getaway.
                                                                                  Maybe, I should’ve just run away instead of angering him…” She made a mental note as the hairy man stood from his seat, his eyes filled with rage. Just as she looked back, feeling the man emit a large blast of spirit energy, she bumped into someone. Only being knocked back a little, she could recognise the person. It was the red-eyed girl from earlier.
                                                                                  Sorry.” She said, before pointing at the man who was now running towards them. Celeste grabbed one of the sleeves of the girl’s hoodie and started dragging the girl along with her as well. “Am I doing the right thing, dragging these two along into this mess? Hn…well, they say there’s strength in numbers and they both look capable. I hope my intuition is right…”


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                                                                                  ooc: That was longer than what I usually write XP. Maybe we can gather the spirit detectives and assistants this way if the chase continues through the city (since most of us seem to be somewhere in the city)? I don't know, just an idea ^_^

Shy Pumpkin

Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 9:24 am
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                                                                                        4:15pm. It was like a chase out of a movie scene. Jumping over fences, darting into dark alleyways, climbing atop of buildings just to climb back down, a tubby businessman in his mid 40s surrounded by a few of his body guards ran through the deserted industrial area of Frame City’s outskits as if his life depended on it. And it did. A gang of 3-4 men, all wearing mostly black chased after him in the heat of the day. It was a meaningless cat and mouse chase. Everything was carefully calculated, from where the chase was to happen, how long it would last and how it would end. The inhabitants (not that there were many) of the now empty buildings that set the background for it had been given a bribe to evacuate for a day or two, take a holiday, visit relatives in other cities, whatever, just as long as they weren’t there. Just as planned, the chase only lasted half an hour, with the man cornered at a dead end. And with the end of the chase, they made a call. On the other side of the city, in the Royale King Suite of the Le Grande Sanctuaire casino-hotel that took up the whole of the highest floor, on the bedside table, the phone started ringing.

                                                                                        1 hour later. In a certain quaint apartment, the light above the lounge room flickered as they looked at each other. A bloody and battered man tied to a chair and a few other people dressed in swanky black clothing wielding weapons of sorts. The clicking of high heels on the wooden floorboard of the corridor outside could be heard and a third soon entered the room escorted by another two MIB (men in black…clothes). The length of her mousey brown hair hidden in the cap she was wearing. Her face hidden by a surgical mask. Her blood red eyes were smiling, but in them was a slight hint of disappointment and irritation as if to say “Damn, he’s already beat. If I do anything too extreme, he’ll probably die. Well, there goes my fun. Why did I bother waking up from my afternoon nap? Can’t these wusses take care of this themselves?” She approached the restrained man, the MIB behind her who carried a metal baseball bat and a leather suitcase followed her just to be motioned back with the whisk of her hand.
                                                                                        Well, hello there. You must be Mister Simmonds? I’m Bailey." Her voice was unexpectedly deep, but smooth and silky. Unfortunately for this man, this Bailey was not the creamy Irish whisky (and besides, whisky can’t talk), but the code name of this particular debt collector. Her real name was Sasha. Sasha Haneul Marchand. The daughter of the woman whom he owed money to.

                                                                                        As I understand, your instalments have stopped. For a month already. Now, I’m not saying this for my sake. I’m saying it for yours. Please pay up the 250 grand. Immediately.” It was a calm command, her tone was steady and she sounded like she had all the time in the world to make the man repay his debt. But her eyes spoke differently, and they told the man that if he did not pay up, he would have to face dire consequences. Mr Simmonds spat out some bloody saliva and a tooth. “I told you p-people, I don’t have the damn money. I need more time.” The man did not take Bailey’s words seriously. The person in front of him, as disguised as she was, still looked like a child. And inside, he laughed at his good fortune. The infamous debt collector “Bailey”, was nothing more than a little girl. The red eyed teen shook her head and tutted.
                                                                                        What a shame. I thought we could keep this civilised, but you didn’t say please.” And with that last word, she swiftly kicked the man in the chest with her stiletto heel. Mr Simmonds groaned as he fell backwards, the back of his chair hitting the floor with a bang. Walking up beside him, “Bailey” slowly ground her heel further into his chest as she crouched down, a small grin crept up behind the mask she was wearing.
                                                                                        I don’t care whether you borrow from someone else, rob a bank, sell the house, sell your wife, sell your kids, or sell yourself. I want the money and I want it now, thank you very much. And as I previously stated, it’s all for your sake, the interest is just going to pile up, up, up~. Now, please tell me, Mister Simmonds. What. Shall. It. Be?” the girl momentarily released her foot from the man’s chest as he managed to splutter back a few swear words, before sinking into a coughing fit. “Bailey” raised an eyebrow.
                                                                                        Pft.” She was slightly amused and she motioned for her tablet pc. Sliding her slender fingers on the screen, she analysed some information before handing it back to one of her posse.
                                                                                        Now, I’ll give you 5 seconds so think about this very carefully. Who do you love more, your wife or yourself, Mister Simmonds?” She asked him, her tone just as composed as before. The man fell silent. He knew she was no joke now considering the fact that she had caused him more pain than the MIB had in such a short amount of time. “Myself.” He finally answered.
                                                                                        Hm~…I see…Wanna add another 10 grand on top of the 250?” she asked as she gestured to the MIB for her suitcase. “I’m not a charity!” the man shouted as "Bailey" laughed.
                                                                                        I see, well, neither are we. It’s you who owes the money, so it’s you who will have to pay. The 10 grand was for anaesthetic, but I guess you don’t want it~.” Bailey motioned to the MIB who strapped the screaming and thrashing man down with leather belts to the lounge’s coffee table as she opened the suitcase revealing a whole array of blood stained needles, knives (including a butter knife) and scalpels. “Hn~ I haven’t done this in a while. But don’t worry...too much. I got A+s in Biology.

                                                                                        6:30 pm. Entering an air-conditioned private room at a restaurant, not too far from the pier was a lady. Dressed in a business suit, she sat down by the table set in the middle of the room. There weren’t many people in the room, in fact only her and another. “Well, how did it go, Bailey? Or should I say, Sasha, darling~?” she asked warmly, turning to the other with a smile.
                                                                                        Mama~~~! I’m a little busy, can’t I answer you later?” Sasha whined, as she was focusing on taking off her red contact lenses and putting on her normal clear ones. “Oh, take that mask off. You sound strange.” The young mother went on to try to remove the voice changing mask from her daughter’s face, but was met with a struggling Sasha.
                                                                                        Nnnuu~! Not until I’ve finished putting on my contacts~!” The now, ordinary girl looked up at the older woman with her large puppy dog eyes and batted her eyelashes as her mother paused, sighed and sat back down.
                                                                                        Fine, fine, but please, save that voice and that look for your father. It feels…so weird hearing you talk like that since you’ve been working for me as Bailey.” Sasha giggled as she finally removed the mask, giving her mother a playful akanbe. Her transformation from the ruthless debt collector Bailey, to the sweet innocent Sasha was complete.
                                                                                        I removed a kidney, half a liver, his vocal chords and took a litre of blood from him. Those organs normally sell pretty well underground. If I sell his apartment too, it should be able to pay off the whole balance with a little extra. We’ve also given him some amnesiac, so he won’t be able to remember clearly what happened.” She nonchalantly reported back, as a waiter entered the room and set down a plate of seafood spaghetti.
                                                                                        How are you still able to eat that?” Ms Marchand asked, her head resting on her hand as the girl blinked a few times before grinning.
                                                                                        Well, have fun doing whatever you plan on doing today. I have more work to do, so I’ll see you later… or tomorrow, if you get home late at night. But don’t come home too late ok?” The older lady gave her daughter a small peck on the top of the head before leaving.
                                                                                        With a sigh, Sasha continued eating before getting up and going to the bathroom to get changed into her casual clothes. Her mother had already paid the bill, and she was full, so what next? Oh, wait. There was that party that the Red Woods were having later on. There was plenty of time between now and then but having nothing better to do, she started making her way over to the pier.

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                                                                                    ooc: Eep...Hope my first post was alright >_< ....showed a slightly darker Sasha than I had originally planned to O_O...Oh well~ XP

              Shy Pumpkin

              Posted: Wed Fed 29, 2012 10:20 am
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                                                                                  Oh sheet. As in the blanket sheet because that’s what she wanted to hide under at the moment. Aerisa wore a rather unreadable, blank expression as she silently gulped. She had definitely woken up from her daze. How could she not have seen these two people with such intimidating auras, both of whom were just in front of her? To Aerisa, the lady whom she had bumped into accidentally was not only freakishly tall, but also had a different air of strength around her that she didn’t normally see in women. The only other airs of “strength” that she had witnessed were those of the brusque middle-aged shopkeepers whom shout and drag out their mincing mallets/clubs whenever someone tries to sell their things in front of their stores and the agro old lady who swings her walking stick at anyone who walks within a meter of her in fear of pickpockets. But this was more of a majestic type of strong, the type of strong that Aerisa hoped to be able to be (not that she had all that much time left to achieve it though).
                                                                                  From the look in the lady’s eyes, the young Taratran was certain that she stepped on this cat’s tail and desperately hoped that none of the sweet snack she was eating got onto the lady’s clothing (and none did), but decided to firstly apologise for colliding. But as her luck would have it, nothing came out and the girl stood there for a few seconds staring blankly ahead, with her mouth slightly ajar before clearing her throat, shutting her mouth and smiling slightly sheepishly. “Coordination will do you well if you wish to survive any longer, child.” Aerisa heard before giving a nod of acknowledgement,
                                                                                  I’m very sorry. I shall keep that in mind.” She apologised. In truth she wanted to say “I’m sorry, I was distracted and I didn’t see you there…” But she kept those words in her thoughts as she knew that they’d only sound like excuses if she actually voiced them. Looking on the bright side of her situation, Aerisa knew that at least she’ll have time to make up for her mistake and correct her bumbling first impression later on.

                                                                                  "Are you alright, Miss?" She turned to the man who spoke to her. He looked like a calm and kind person, but there was something about his voice that didn’t really gel with her. The girl took a small moment to think. Where had she heard this kind of tone before? Ah, yes, that sneaky weasel that tried to flock off his wares…on her side of the port. That sunnuvadog man had a reputation of persuasively convincing many wives of shop owners to sell his faulty goods stuff in their stores or to allow him to sell his things nearby. Of course, Aerisa wasn’t exactly as shallow as to believe his sweet nothings and promptly chased him out when he tried to ask her whether he could trade on her turf. The strawberry blonde teen knew she was subconsciously making a connection between him and that guy based solely on their voices and that it didn’t mean that all men who sounded like that acted that way. Yet, she needed some time to make sure that her assumptions were false.
                                                                                  Yes, I’m fine thanks.” Aerisa answered albeit a bit curtly, nevertheless showing a bright smile and a thumbs up in his general direction before turning to the other who helped her up.
                                                                                  Thank you.” The young girl couldn’t really read what type of guy he was at the moment, but she thought that his sense of humour was amusing.

                                                                                  Once she was back on her feet, the Taratran took a few steps to the side away from the doorway and settled down with her back leaning against a wall as she went on to observing those around her. Aerisa thought that she wasn’t one to judge people based on their appearances (though in reality she probably did a little), but there seriously was a diverse range of people in the room. She took a brief glance (and only a very brief glance) at the man standing next to Vasanta, whom that guy that had helped her up addressed as “Grey”. He looked as if he had killed a lot of people, maybe even an assassin for hire. And why was he a young Gandalf the grey his hair prematurely grey? Did he have a lot of stress to deal with or was it hereditary or did he think it was fashionable? Either way, Aerisa made a mental note never to anger that man.

                                                                                  The quiet, shy-looking lady from Bel-Qir and the solemn sounding man from Deepfathom didn’t pique her initial interest quite as much as the others did, but she still acknowledged both of them with a small smile. Their talk of offering lives and devil’s water had seemed so bleak and the young Taratran wondered whether they’d found these people in the bottom of a very dark hole, crouched in a corner and waiting for the universe to implode. Sure, she sympathised with them, after all, they were all (minus Vasanta and Grey) on the same boat and heading for the chopping board. But she had rather quickly gotten out of that dark hole. Perhaps with the notion that she’d rather die happily if possible, but maybe it was because she didn’t completely understand the weight of the situation. Either way, with a small shrug, she put her thoughts aside with a small shrug, but still, she continued to wonder why destiny would make things turn out this way for her.

                                                                                  As the introductions kept rolling, Aerisa thought it’d be best to make her own.
                                                                                  Well, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintances~. I am Aerisa Rhemy Fiamette of Taratras~.” She grinned, giving a small wave as she took a few seconds to consider the question of what she had to offer. To be honest, she was quite stumped. The lady from Bel-Qir had summed it up pretty much and Aerisa couldn’t think of what else they wanted her to put to the table. Coming from a middle-high class family, of course she could say money, but the Taratran wasn’t sure how often they’d be stopping at cities and wondered why she had bothered packing so much dough in her bag. She thought that her ability was also something that she could contribute, but wouldn’t they have guessed that she’d have an affinity for fire since they knew she was from Taratras?
                                                                                  I don’t really know what I can offer, but, when are we heading off?


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                                                                          6:50 pm. “PON PON WEI WEI WEI PON PON WEI PON WEI PON PON~!” Like a zombie, a certain blonde haired girl lazily rolled her head sideways, facing her vibrating and happily singing mobile that lay beside her on the desk. She snapped up, sitting straight, blinking at her reflection on her computer screen. She had a large red patch on her left cheek. The girl didn’t worry about it though. T’was just a red patch.
                                                                          So-shi-chi~!...Mi-teu-so-shi-chi-so-seu-seu-p'a-ge-t'i, k’eu-rim-so-shi-chi-so-seu-seu-t'e-i-keu~. (TRANS: Sausage. Meat sausage sauce spaghetti, cream sausage sauce steak.)” she suddenly exclaimed as if in a trance. Along with finishing her university assignment (last minute), she had been procrastinating by learning tongue twisters in different languages. This one happened to be English/Korean. Konglish. And with that she rushed to the bathroom to prepare herself and was done in about 5 minutes before…
                                                                          …WHAM. Ren faceplanted herself on the floor. She growled a little before, she lifing her foot up a little and kicing away whatever she had tripped on, sending it back a little before getting up. It was just the automatic vacuum cleaner; one that looked kind of like a flat round bug that was about the size of a curled up kitten. Hearing the vacuum cleaner bump lightly against the wall, a middle-aged white cat came out from one of the rooms and looked up at her.
                                                                          Good mornin' Shuu~...Or should I say, good evenin'.” Ren smiled as the cat smiled back and purred. Shuu, short for “Saint Shuu-Cream Champagne de Bellaire, Emperor of the Empire of Fantasia” was her cat. Yes, Ren did not want Shuu to go through what the late Sir Albus did, but it was too lonely living alone in such an apartment and at least Shuu had claws and could partially defend himself.

                                                                          Ren surveyed her living room and sighed. She very much would’ve liked to live at Akasaka, but her parents were still paranoid about her safety and would’ve flooded the poor complex with bodyguards if she had insisted on living there. This certain high rise apartment Downtown was owned by one of her parent’s friends and had cameras installed and running 24/7 in the corridors and in the lifts. Initially the place looked sparse, but Ren had cluttered it up and made it more homely by adding bean bags and purchasing lots of large stuffed toys. She walked to the balcony door was and pulled apart the curtains. The girl winced slightly as the glary neon lights on the buildings beside shone at her. Then she looked up slightly doefully at the ceiling. Who lived up there? Ren liked high places, but that top level had been taken up by some person. Whoever lived up there didn’t even seem to live there. That soggy bunion. Scrunching up her nose, she took a deep breath and placed her hands on her hips.
                                                                          Yah!” Ren gave a half-hearted shout, one only barely audible by her neighbours below, as she gave her neighbour above an energetic bras d’honneur. Ren never swore (at least out loud). She’d mouthed swear words before, but never had heart to actually voice them. Besides, it just wasn’t her. Gestures on the other hand, were a different story. They could have the same gravity as a swear word, but to Ren, they just didn’t and were considerably easier to hide. Ren stared into space again. There was something she was forgetting…her part time job on Friday nights at Le Chantecler.
                                                                          Shiba Inu! I’m going to be late~!

                                                                          8:00pm. “May I take your order, yet, sir?
                                                                          Hm…just one more moment....” The plump old bearded man stared at the menu intensely. Every few seconds, he would turn the page and stare at it again for another few minutes before flicking back to the previous one. A certain platinum haired waitress had been hovering around looking for people to serve when he had called on her... Almost half an hour ago. Ren had tried getting away a few times by saying “Why don’t I get back you later, sir?” But every time she did he’d say “Just a moment..I think I'll have…” and he’d trail off again into his thoughts or start mumbling incoherently. There were a few moments when he looked like he had finally decided, but he’d just shake his head and go back to reading the menu a few seconds later. As attentive as she was trying to be, the girl was starting to zone out as she bit her lip and started curling the edge of one of her notepad’s pages. “Ah, dsfkhajahadajksnklanda and a bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild from 1990. That will be all.” Was all she heard as she woke from her daze. Hearing him suddenly speak, she jolted back a little, but not enough for anyone to notice as her eyes drifted over to him.
                                                                          "!!!!!!!...A-ah, yes? Of course.Thank you, sir.” She smiled brightly, pretending to write down what he had ordered. It was her job, she was getting paid for it, and so she had to do it well. Turning, she headed to the kitchen, breathing out deeply. “Damn, the hell was that soggy bunion playing at!?!

                                                                          Another waitress entered the kitchen at the same time. She was a full time waitress slightly older than Ren and had been Ren's mentor. “Kwah~! Ren-chan, you sure got it hard on your third night. That Nobunaga is a real hard customer. He only comes around once every month on a Friday though.
                                                                          Nnh~ It’s alright, Mai-nee chan.” She smiled again. “I might be quitting in a week or so anyway.” The platinum blonde girl reached for her mobile in her pocket and gave the screen a swipe with her finger.
                                                                          Lucky~.” The main reason Ren had applied for the job at Chantecler was to eavesdrop on all the conversations their patrons had. Who knows whether she might stumble upon something interesting? It of course made sense to also record a few of them secretly in case she needed them for her own reasons later. Fortune was in her favour and she had happened to feel like turning on her phone’s voice recorder at the start of the shift. Ren rewound the recording and listened to it. “...Ah, spaghetti bolognaise and a bottle...” She raised an eyebrow as she gritted her teeth. That duck of a soggy bunion.
                                                                          One spaghetti bolognaise for Nobunaga-san, please!” She shouted at the kitchen as they all erupted into a hearty laugh as she exited through the doors and began scanning the wine cupboards for the red wine. “Château Lafite …. Lafite…Ro…Rothschild, 1990. Ah ha~! Found you~!” Ren smiled contently as she took the wine from the cupboard (which was more like a fridge of sorts).

                                                                          Walking over to Nobunaga’s table, she uncorked it and poured it into his wine glass before placing the bottle into the already stationed wine bucket.
                                                                          Enjoy, sir. Your meal won’t be too long.” Ren quickly turned away and retreated to a shadowy corner somewhere away from Nobunaga’s line of sight. All she knew was that after his spaghetti was platted up and he had finished with it, she did not want to be the one giving him the dessert menu. Ren took a quick glanced at her phone again. “I wonder if anything’s going to happen tonight…
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              Shy Pumpkin

              Posted: Jul 25, 2012
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                                                                              A half eaten Mont Blanc stood on the plate. It looked as if it was about to topple over. The Mont Blanc had been prodded and stabbed by a fork and half eaten, but what scared it most were the blank looking eyes of the person who ordered it. So out of sheer determination, it endured and tried it's best not to fall onto its side, for it was sure that it would receive a stab in the form of a glare from those deep maroon eyes. Staring poker faced at the lady sitting opposite her, the child-like teen swung her legs under the chair. It was a feeling that she found hard to describe; a mixture of nostalgia, nervousness, "ah, I feel so at home"ness and awkwardness all bundled up into a hamper and tied together with a lovely red ribbon. The red ribbon of fate.
                                                                              "M-Mitsuki? Um...do I have something on my face?" she asked the young girl, who just blinked a few times before shaking her head in response. It wasn't that there was something on her face. It was her face. How did someone close to her early thirties look like someone in their early 20s? And moreover, why did the woman in front of her resemble her inner self so much? But most of all, damn, she was tired.
                                                                              "...No."

                                                                              -6 hours earlier-
                                                                              A little spirit hovered over his sleeping master. Floating in the air, he crossed his legs and looked down at her. From out of the blankets he could just see a mess of black hair coming out like the top of a carrot in a field. It was still dark outside but nevertheless 5:00 am and he thought that it was about time that she got up for her morning training. Feeling nice, he decided not to pull the girl out as if she was a carrot. Instead he started lightly tapping her head with his staff and calling out to her.
                                                                              "...ki...uki...tsuki...Mitsuki…...Hey, can you hear me? Would you like a cold shower?"
                                                                              From out under the fluffy warm blanket of her bed, Mitsuki Wakahisa sprung up like a zombie that had just been revived. Nope. The girl definitely did not want a cold shower in her bed. Mitsuki was well aware of Ganymede's abilities and had experienced it once before...and never did she want to again. It was as if someone had taken a bucket of water and splashed it onto her. Just the memory having to lug the wet sheets downstairs and to the laundry and then heaving them into the dryer whilst having Ganymede in tow whinging about how she could've avoided doing all that had she had more stamina to work her powers with was enough to make the reluctant teen move. But, ah, she could see these white dots and black dots swirling around in the air. Realising that she had gotten up too quickly, she sat back down, feeling slightly queasy.
                                                                              "I'm awake. I'm awake. I'm awake…Good morning Gany."
                                                                              "Morning Mitsuki. Get dressed. We're going out."
                                                                              "Wha?" the girl protested, just to have the nonchalant spirit point his staff at her, his Crystal of Truth just at the tip of her nose.
                                                                              "Oui, oui, Capitaine~." And with that the girl scrambled out of bed like a sea turtle returning to the sea from the beach and headed for the bathroom to ready herself.

                                                                              Mitsuki never took long to get ready. She always followed the mantra "I do it for me" and so didn't see the necessity in preening herself in front of the mirror for several hours just to look good in front of others. No, just as long as she thought she looked satisfactory, it was good enough. Still in her pyjamas, the girl tottered over and opened the door to the balcony next to her bedroom to test the temperature outside. Feeling a gush of cool wind entering, she shut it right away. "Hm...It's not that cold." the girl thought to herself, turning on her heels and heading to the wardrobe, changing into a comfy tracksuit set.
                                                                              Not too long after, the dressed teen quietly trundled downstairs to the foyer of her house. Even her two normally very alert pets were still asleep in their room. Yes, they had their own room. But the house was too big for her to live in by herself and so it really didn't matter that she redecorated one of the rooms for the sole use of her pets; the Mochi and Pumpkin (sometimes called "Bocchan" because Kabocha is Japanese for pumpkin and if you take the end of it you get "bocha" which sounds like "bocchan" which means something similar to "young master" ). Mitsuki would normally go and check one of the other rooms in the house where she kept several stray or injured animals. But she currently had no guests and so proceeded to heading to the kitchen. Arriving at the fridge, she took a quick glance at the calendar pinned to it with a magnet. It had "Meeting with Akihito-papa and ???. 10:45" written on it. She sighed, today was going to be a tiring day. Breakfast was a sachet of brown sugar and cinnamon flavoured instant porridge, a cup of warm Yuzu tea and a healthy assortment of vitamins from the army of colour coded bottles which ined the kitchen bench.

                                                                              It was a 15 minute walk to Kenkon harbour and then it was time for Gany's hellish training session to begin.
                                                                              You have to fight against the shadows and the holders of dark rings. I’ll give you some power to do that but even then; you’re sort of sickly and weak, so I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. –sigh-" was what he had told her before they started doing these morning sessions. The first time she started these sessions, she actually fainted. But soon, Ganymede adjusted his menu to her fitness level so that she could go through about an hour's worth of exercise without passing out. Mitsuki thought she'd eventually get used to it, but oh how she was wrong. Once she had almost gotten used to one routine, the slavedriver would change it and make it even more physically straining than it already was. First it starts with the mild stretching and yoga, because Ganymede knew that warm-ups were important. Then it was time for the push ups, the crunches, the running. Not jogging. Hard-core running. Like mad "I'm going to die if I slow down" running. To help her along, the spirit kindly made a flying saucer shaped structure out of water and had it chase the poor UFO-phobic girl around. Lastly, it was something Mistuki named "ninja training". It was like running an obstacle course without the obstacles in front of you. These obstacles came from behind as Ganymede chucked globes and spikes of water at her and though she had tried to work out a pattern to his attacks. But eventually she just worked out that he was an unpredictable thing and had to dodge them based on her intuition. The harbour was a perfect place for them to train. Ganymede was always sloshing out shapes of water at her but the sleeping people in the nearby apartments would only hear it as the crashing of the ocean waves.
                                                                              The best thing about these training sessions was that at the end of it, the boats would arrive back at the harbour, carrying fresh fish and the market stalls would start setting themselves up to sell it. There, she'd see her parents, Kaito and Yukiko Wakahisa, owners of Kenkon's renowned sushi restaurant "Junmyou". Mitsuki lived away from them since she wanted to try becoming more "independent". So far, it was going well.

                                                                              Soon after, Mitsuki returned back home. She had a quick shower and plonked herself down on the bed in exhaustion. Remembering what was on the calender, the girl flopped over and tried to lift herself back up, but failed. So, instead she rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with a thud before crawling over to her walk in wardrobe. She threw together a casual outfit, tank top with a striped loose off the shoulder knit sweater, tight fitting jeans, a pompom beanie. Done and dusted. Feeling satisfied, she returned to her bed and fell into a deep sleep, waking up only 4 and a half hours later.

                                                                              -returning to the present-
                                                                              Feeling the awkwardness of the meeting, Akihito Konoe stood up and cleared his throat. His daughter turned her head and looked at him from what to be cold emotionless eyes. No, she didn't hate him. No she didn't find it annoying that he was clearing his throat. She was in fact, just tired.
                                                                              "I'm going to the toilet…" he smiled before scooting over to the men's room in a flash.
                                                                              "N-nee~ Mitsuki? Do you happen to play any instruments?" Maroon eyes turned their gaze back to the woman. She wasn't just any woman though. She was famous prodigal violinist Kiseki Sakurai. But known better to Mitsuki as her birth mother whom she hadn't seen since she was a baby. The man who just left to the toilet to leave the two to their happy but awkward reunion was her birth father.
                                                                              "I play the guitar." she mumbled, before flinching back slightly. "My god...What's with those sparkles in your eyes!?! Is that normal? Is that natural?...I want to learn how to do that. How dd she do that?i" It was as if there was a string quartet playing "Ode to Joy" in the background as the woman proudly declared in her heart that the daughter whom she hadn't seen in 18 years was also a strings player. No, not brass. Not percussion. Strings. It was like she had finally found some unspoken connection with her...and then she remembered a certain ring that she had tied to baby Mitsuki 18 years ago.
                                                                              "Ah...and... how is my Maid?" she asked in an almost whisper.
                                                                              "Maid?" The girl thought to herself quizzically, tilting her head to the side a little. "Maid...maid...Ganymede...Mede...Maid…" It clicked. "So that's where I got my horrible nicknaming sense from."
                                                                              "He is...just fine." She sighed as the spirit popped out from the silver ring she wore on her necklace that was hidden by her shirt. Ganymede floated over and hid himself behind the menu which leaned on the flower vase on the table.
                                                                              "It's been a while, Kiseki." he greeted in monotone with a slight sigh as the woman laughed,
                                                                              "You two look alike~." she giggled as the two turned at looked at each other, both of their faces quite blank with a hint of a pout on their mouths. The young girl looked at the spirit wondering whether it was because they were spending so much time together that they'd started to assimilate or because they were both "Aquarians".
                                                                              "I'm going to the toilet." Mitsuki said as she walked away from the table.
                                                                              As she neared the entrance to the ladies' room, she caught sight of a shadow poking out from the men's toilets. She could guess who he was and so gave the door a lightpush. With a thud, she heard someone behind it fall down and groan. With her feet firmly outside, she poked her head into the room.
                                                                              "Akihito. What are you doing?" she sighed as she looked at the man sprawled out on the toilet floor.
                                                                              "N'aw~ Mitsuki-chwan~. Didn't I tell you to call me papa?"
                                                                              "I'm going to the toilet." The stonefaced girl turned and headed into the opposite room, but as soon as the door closed behind her, her lips curled into a small smirk. "He he~."

                                                                              "Nee~ Maid, is she going to be alright?" Kiseki rested her head on her hand as the astral spirit moved himself so that he sat beside Mitsuki's half eaten Mont Blanc.
                                                                              "I think she'll be fine. She was a weak sickly thing when she was a child. But it wasn't her fault that she got stolen by your love rival when she was a baby and placed out in the cold before someone found her." The brunette gawked at him and placed her head in her hands. "It wasn't entirely my fault, I mean, but maybe, but...Ah~ mou! Maid! I didn't need to be reminded of that…" she whined as Ganymede smirked.
                                                                              "Don't worry, Mitsuki's strong."
                                                                              "But it's not just the fighting I'm worried about it's-"
                                                                              "She's good at winging things too but...I'll have her learn it." As soon as Ganymade finished his last word, the woman's eyes lit up again like the sparkly neon lights on the Skyscrapers, as if to say "O RLY~!?! The world is woonndeerrfuulll~~~. Stradivarius~! I'm going must buy her a Stradivarius one day~."
                                                                              "Just don't look at me like that, it's creeping me out."
                                                                              "Right, eheh~." Kiseki looked around, realising that she must look like an idiot whispering and complaining to herself as Ganymede had hidden himself from public eyes.

                                                                              In another few minutes, they were already saying their goodbyes. (And remember the lonely half eaten Mont Blanc at the beginning? It was secretly finished off by Ganymede whilst Mitsuki was away from the table.)
                                                                              "Mitsuki~ I'm sorry I won't be back for Halloween. I'll definitely visit you at Christmas though. It's a promise, ok? Ok?" He said, as he picked up Kiseki's coat from the back of her chair.
                                                                              "Sure, sure~...we never really celebrated Halloween anyway." Mitsuki crossed her legs under the table, wondering what happened to her Mont Blanc.
                                                                              "Mitsuki, fight-o~!" Kiseki cheered as she waved goodbye, exiting through the door of the restaurant with Akihito at her side.
                                                                              "Have fun on you trip, Akihito-papa~! Kiseki-mama~!" The girl shouted unexpectedly as the couple almost tripped on their feet, gushing over the fact that their daughter had addressed them so affectionately. Feeling thirsty, Mitsuki called the waiter and ordered a pink lemonade. She felt some relief that her birth mother wasn't some stuck up haughty lady and leant back on her chair. Konk! She felt a slight pain as she accidentally knocked heads with the person sitting behind her. Reeling forward, Mitsuki rubbed the back of her head. "I wasn't sitting in front of a wall…" she thought before suddenly realising that there was someone sitting behind her.
                                                                              "Oh, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" she turned back giving the person a weak smile. From the looks of it, Mitsuki gathered that he was probably an actor or something from the looks on the faces of all the young girls sitting at neighbouring tables. She stared at him for a while, eventually making eye contact with him. "Have I seen him somewhere before? He looks familiar. Where have I seen him before?" She tilted her head to the side slightly as she tried to remember. "Ah! What was that guy called again?...Ah, yes. Michio. He looks like that pop idol Michio…" Mitsuki wasn't really into pop stars and actors and things like that. But, by chance she had seen him on the cover of a magazine whilst she was browsing the newspaper stands. "That's some good cosplayer." she shrugged before turning back to face her table and the glass of pink lemonade that had arrived.


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              Shy Pumpkin

              Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 9:47 pm
              TYPE OF POST: NORMAL
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                                                                          Crossing her legs, Ren placed her head in her hand as she leant forward slightly, still hidden in the shadow of the bookcase. She had noticed that Sofya and Rei had arrived back at the House recently and didn’t feel as great a need to hide herself anymore. The majority of Sengen including Sengen’s leader were present and it was as if Sengen House had transformed into a castle fort guarded by 600 men. Or, well, the level of safety of it rose to that level anyway. Ren reasoned that even if they tried their hardest, what could two guys, one whom is drunk, do? But the girl still wasn’t going to reveal herself to the guests just yet and so decided to leave greeting them till later. No, she planned on hiding herself until food came so that the two guys wouldn’t be surprised by her unexpected entrance. But then again suddenly popping out of the shadows and scaring the living daylights out of the two didn’t seem like such a bad idea either, if Ren wasn’t tired and hungry that is.
                                                                          "Daisuke's here because I wanted him to be." The platinum blonde clasped her head between her hands and leant back on her beanbag, making a soft scrunching noise. She was sure that she was only overthinking things and that Suzume didn’t mean to explain the Tenjin guy’s reason for being here that way, but still thoughts started swirling through her head.
                                                                          Ohmagah…W-Why was I never told!?!...Hn…N-no, I don’t think that’s what she meant but… Does this mean….No...But…No…Maybe-
                                                                          "I'm here because I know Sofya and Suzume from the bar." Hearing someone speak, her sky blue eyes shifted over to the silver haired man. Ren raised an eyebrow. His words made her hairs stand up on end…In disgust. She definitely didn’t like the sound of this guy and his shoddy “explanation”.
                                                                          Just because you know them from the bar doesn’t mean you can follow them home. They’re not cheap you soggy muffin of a bunion!...But maybe you are just some creepy stalker guy?... And you have the nerve to be texting in here!?! Also, what makes you think that you’ll get to know what we’re planning just because you’ve been let into our House!?! Geh, you-” Rubbing her temples with her fingers, the Sengen supporter threw her thoughts away to the side as she began listening to Yuuki’s mini speech.

                                                                          As you all know, the leader of the Watatsumi, known as Watanabe, Hibiki, proved to us that he intends on dragging us, neutral bodies into this three way war.…” Ren bit her lip. No one had actually told her exactly who was behind the attack, but it was as she had deducted. The Watatsumi was behind it all. She silently breathed out deeply. Coming from a similar social strata as most of the Watatsumi,there was always the chance that she had met or could meet them outside of the gang world, especially on the rare occasion where she attended business functions or parties with her father or mother. The thing was that, most of the time she’d zone out at those occasions and not pay as much attention as she should probably have to the majority of faces or names that she was introduced to.
                                                                          When was the last time I went to one of those things? Before I dyed my hair…I should be safe…Watanabe Hibiki...The name sounds slightly familiar, but then again I was looking at my phone’s database earlier…Argh! I don't know~! I can’t remember, but I don’t make myself noticed in those events anyway. So even if I have met him before, the chances of me being remembered is very remote…” The girl shook her head to clear away her thoughts.

                                                                          The meeting comes first, my own problems…I’ll deal with them when they arise...if they ever pop up that is.” With that, her mind wandered back to the main topic at hand. The war with the Watatsumi. Then it hit her. None of the girls had come back with major injuries or with their clothes stained with blood (his blood), which meant that he had been let off. Ren took out her phone again, wrapping her jacket around it slightly so that the light coming from it wouldn’t show.
                                                                          I don’t think Watanabe is sitting still…Let’s see… And here we have a Tenjin and a Kagutsuchi…but, based on the file here neither of them are the leader, so if both of them come to our side, we have nine~…There’s four in each gang, so, if Watanabe lowers his head, goes to the Kagutsuchi and manages to convince the rest of them to join him, that makes seven… But then if the other three Tenjin members go to Watatsumi’s side, they have eleven…They just have two more people…I’m sure...I think we can handle them? Maybe?
                                                                          Ren had decided from the start. If there was ever to be a war between any of the gangs the three Throne Kings headed and Sengen, she’d take up her metal baseball bat and head into the battlefield as Sengen’s supporter, Bakeneko Cheshire. There had been a bit of a quiet spell before this incident and there hadn’t been many times in the past where she had to fight. Mostly, she’d just wander around, suddenly appearing beside her allies without warning like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland and then healing their injuries with her special ability. Occasionally, she’d then give the enemy a taste of their own medicine without letting them know what had hit them, but even girls have their own pride and don’t like people butting in on their fight. This time though, she had an inkling that she’d be doing more than just healing.

                                                                          Looking back at the congregation, her eyes drifted over to Hinako who had put a snowflake hairclip on the Tenjin member.
                                                                          I’m pretty sure he’d make a woman finer than we.- Just thinking about it, gets me envious!” Placing her hand on her mouth, Ren stifled a laugh. Inside her head, she couldn’t help but agree that he’d look more beautiful than she was. But now as just a guy with a clip in his hair, he looked sort of funny. Ah, the Sengen supporter smiled. As expected of Hinako to be able to bring some light into this darker matter, Ren was thankful as the atmosphere was feeling slightly heavy with Yuuki putting on her serious face earlier.
                                                                          "…You must be enjoying this ya little perverts- you think this is some kind of harem? Huh?
                                                                          Harem? Pft. Bwa haha~” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Hearing Yuuki’s endnote, Ren gave a few high pitched bubbly giggles before clasping her mouth with her hand again. Her cover was possibly blown.
                                                                          Ah…I think they might have heard that…” she thought to herself as she waited for Yuuki to finish her last sentence. And with that, Ren got up on her feet and shifted over so that she stood next to the shadowy spot where she had been sitting earlier.
                                                                          Good evenin’ Sofy~!” She gave her a bright smile and an energetic wave before turning to the two outsiders.
                                                                          Welcome to Sengen House. I hope you enjoy your stay….Welcome to Sengen House. Brace yourselves cause you’re about to go through hell~ hehe~…Hey, I just met you~ And this is crazy~ But here’s my number, so call me maybe~?” Ren wasn’t quite sure what to say to them since she wasn’t sure whether they knew who she was and so settled with giving them a small nod.
                                                                          Ah~ I wonder when the Coq au vin will be ready…” And with that, she trundled to the kitchen to hang around the Coq au vin and watch the bubbling pot of goodness cook to join Suzume, Rei and Hinako.
                                                                          Noticing Suzume with her make-shift beer cold compress, Ren cheerily glomped her from behind with a cheery "Hewwo dere~! He he~". Though she had revealed her existence, Ren still had a slither of hope that she could conceal her status as a Sengen member from them and wished that if the two guys outside heard what she just spouted, that they'd just dismiss her as someone's younger sister.
                                                                          "Suzu~, how did you hurt your head there? If it hurts, you should've called me." The younger girl swapped the cold beer with a new colder one from the fridge and opened it, giving it to the Sengen Third in Command. Ren then placed a hand where Suzume had been placing the beer. A small fluffy light pink bubble of dim light formed under her fingers.
                                                                          "There, the pain should be gone now and there shouldn't be any bruising either~."
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              Shy Pumpkin

              POSTED: Tue Aug 07, 2012 8:16 pm
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                                                                                                  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI DIDNT KNOW,
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                                                                                                  Splitting the disposable wooden chopsticks into two parts, Makoto sighed. Llamen-ya was bustling, busy and noisy. But somehow the smell of the soups and the warm air made it somewhat homely and she rather liked it. She looked at the slightly intimidatingly large bowl of noodles in front of her and thought of the other two that were going to come later. Damn that promotional special. The girl knew she could eat a lot, but didn't know whether she could do it in an hour. About to start to eat, she heard a voice.
                                                                                                  "Hello young man!" Shifting her eyes away from her meal, Makoto looked around and spotted a red haired man who was probably just a few years older than she was. It seemed like he was talking to her. "Don'tsithere.Don'tsithere.Goaway." her mind chanted, but alas, the red head took the empty seat right opposite her. At this point in time, she wished just a little that her red eyes could burn a hole into the depths of someone's soul. And young man?!? "Are those eyes just decorations?" She could feel her wisdom teeth grinding together ever so slightly in irritation. It wasn't the first time she had been called a young man. At least he didn't say something like "Hey boy, why are you skipping school?". If he did, she'd probably have poked him in the head and teleported him to a jail cell in the police station. Naked. The girl knew that her appearance was a little gender blurred due to her clothes, but didn't think it was to that extent. Her jacket was rather baggy, which hid the petite waistline underneath it. Her figure was one thing that never really changed because of her fast metabolism and the Makoto reckoned that if she wore tight fitting clothes she'd see an 8 (though that would be an exaggeration, her figure was alright, but it wasn't that good). Unfortunately, she didn't own any of those types of clothes.
                                                                                                  The esper thought of correcting the man's error, but decided not to bother, after all, the only worst case scenario that she could think of at the moment was that he'd find out she was actually a girl. If that happened, she'd apologise. No big deal. And what are the chances of bumping into him again? It wasn't like they were going to become enemies, friends, engaged (which was the worst case scenario) or something. No, she just had to put up with him for an hour and hope that he doesn't stalk her home afterwards. Despite all her negative thoughts deep, deep down inside the bottom of the abyss of her mind/heart/conscience, there was one tiny particle that was dancing and partying. Sure, he mistook her for a guy, but the day had been rather dull and that small little rejoicing particle was happy that Makoto was not completely isolated from society. The walls Makoto built up around herself were hard to tear down and the notion of having acquaintances, people other than her parents whom were nice to her, friends, was a slightly exciting yet nerve-wracking one and that little particle was probably just a small chip off it. Hey, their hair colours were similar after all, pink was just a lighter shade of red, so maybe they could get along? The pessimistic (albeit a little tsundere) vibes that surrounded the happy particle looked down oppressively at it and so it retreated even further down into Makoto's mind (still partying).

                                                                                                  Nevertheless, she gave the red haired man a small smile and a small nod before turning back to her noodles because it didn't seem like he was going to leave anytime soon. Looking at him closely, he didn't look half bad. But she reckoned that it was the steam that came up from the bowl of hot ramen that was fogging up her vision. Good looking men were always players, cheaters, taken or gay...or so they say. Her mother told her that they were just silly misconceptions and that she'd read the minds of many good looking men and found several who didn't fall into any of the former categories. But Makoto had to see it to believe it. Moving her chopsticks under a few strands of noodle, she then lifted them up to her mouth when he started talking to her again.
                                                                                                  "Name's Malco." Great. An introduction. That was just the thing she needed....Not. Hearing his voice, the girl felt her toes cringe up in her boots as she shifted her eyes to look the red haired man who had just introduced himself. "...Yes, some women...or men that swing that way, may swoon at the way you went about introducing yourself. But I'm not one of them...Just keep smiling, Makoto. If he starts talking about going elsewhere or offering you money, then you can teleport him. But until then, SMILE...It's...just...harmless banter......Someone save me." From his tone of voice, Makoto deemed him the annoying troublesome type. The type of person that would keep talking to her and wouldn't stop bugging her until she responded to him. The type that thinks that everyone deserves, loves and would love a good conversation with him. The type that makes her secretly a little jealous of his over confidence. "Y U TALKING TO ME!?! Can't you see that this is my happy loner's corner?!? I have an hour to eat another two bowls of this stuff so I don't have to pay for it!!! Don't talk to me!" her inner self shouted as she lightly placed her chopsticks back into the soup, let go of the few strands that had been caught and started rolling up some of the noodles into small bundle again.
                                                                                                  "Polo." she unconsciously blurted out in a mumble. "Polo? Wait, that's Marco. I hope he didn't hear that…But either way, why did you tell me your name!?! I don't want to get to know you! Why!?! Just why did you have to sit here!?!" her inner self wailed in a child-like manner as her face grew a little redder than before, her smile dulling ever so slightly. Makoto decided to correct herself, just this once. Since she did not want to be known as "Polo".
                                                                                                  "Mine's...Makoto." she reluctantly introduced herself in monotone before starting to eat.

                                                                                                  The esper wondered whether she should teleport some salt and vinegar from the kitchen into his bowl of noodles to make them so unbearably salty and sour that he'd just leave the thing and go. But that'd harm the restaurant's reputation, so she brushed the idea aside. "Maybe I should just dump him in a basement of some deserted house...but I don't know where I can find of those...Then, how about in the middle of a desert...Too far away, he probably weighs more than I do and I'll probably faint from trying. It's just an hour...and if I don't finished these noodles by then...j-just a few minutes more..." She looked at her watch. 15 minutes had elapsed and she hadn't finished even half of her first bowl of noodles. She looked to the side of the table where the other two bowls of noodles sat. The ramen was starting to soak up soup, grow a few micrometers thicker, and become soggy. Makoto contemplated teleporting them to one of the empty plastic containers which she stored in one of the kitchen cupboards in her house. But that would be cheating wouldn't it? After all you had to eat the noodles in that hour. Quickly finishing her current bowl of "Llamen-ya special", she moved over the bowl of tonkatsu ramen. As she loosened up the noodles with her chopsticks, she secretly created a cling-film like barrier around some of the noodles and teleported them to the bottom of Malco's bowl, so that it seemed like he was having a never ending bowl of noodles. Looking over, it seemed like she was successful. Until small bubbles of chili oil started rising to the surface. Then she realised what had happened. He was having just the regular tonkatsu ramen, whilst the one she had ordered was the spicy version which had added chilli power and chili oil in the soup. Seeing that she'd already made his noodles something other than what he had originally ordered, Makoto looked into the open kitchen and spotted the bottles of shichimi, chili oil, wasabi (no idea why they have wasabi in a ramen shop, but they do), dried chili flakes in the open kitchen. "A little more practice never hurt anyone~." she thought to herself as she teleported some of all of those as well as half of the bowl of shoyu ramen to the bottom of his bowl too.


                                                                                                  OOC: Urk~ Still haven't got a new layout yet ◕ _ ◕|||
                                                                                                  Pft, Makoto's harmless. She's gloomy, a tad antisocial, but she's a good girl~... :
                                                                                                  And sorry for rambling about Makoto's thoughts and stuff, I've never really played a character like her (I usually play "cute" optimistic friendly ones) so I need some time to get into her head a bit. ORZ
                                                                                                  Malco, don't kill Makoto! You're practically made of fire so can handle the heat of spicy food right? emotion_awesome


              Shy Pumpkin

              Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 11:29 pm
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                                      ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍ "化け猫" » вαкαηєкσ
                                      MY ONLY REGRET IS HAVING REGRETS « «
                                      XXXXEVERYDAY˟S A SE2COND CHANCE
                                      XXXXXXXXXIF I WAKE UP⇗⇗ WITH A BEATINGHEART
                                      XXXXWILL I STAND⇣UP OR WILL I F A L L A P A R T .......
                                      ??

                                      It was just another day like any other. The house was empty and silent. As usual, her parents had left the house early in the morning to go to work, leaving some sappy "be good while we're gone and don’t forget to eat your meals" type of note on the dinner table. Her room was dark. All the curtains were pulled together and only a slither of light managed to escape where the two pieces of cloth were supposed to meet but were blown slightly apart by the wind. Under the sheets, the girl heard a soft meowing as she felt something nudge her head. She slowly rose and rubbed her eyes to face her cat, who sat innocently beside her pillow with a smug grin on its face.
                                      Good morning Kuro.” She yawned, the cat stationary in its position and still staring at her. Her maroon eyes flickered to her pillow and then at her cat and back again several times. “Food or death” Kuro’s eyes seemed to gleam.
                                      Fine…Food.” Sakura let out a small chuckle as she petted the cat on the head. She didn’t want to get pounced on again like last week and reluctantly scooted over to the edge of her bed before jumping out of it and thrashing open the curtains, letting the bright afternoon light hit her face. Today is just another day and tomorrow would be another of the same. Another day of “Golden Age” was waiting for her…after feeding her hungry feline companion and having a bite to eat herself.

                                      Getting back to her bedroom, it was time. Bakeneko twirled her umbrella as she walked through the streets. She blew a sharp high pitched whistle and a black cat smaller than the one at home with a red striped ribbon around its neck popped out of a nearby ally way.
                                      Hello other Kuro.” She beamed as the cat bounced off the wall and leapt up onto her shoulder.
                                      Ready for another day?” She asked chirpily as the cat gave her a deep nod. And thus, her daily cycle began once again. It always began with farming, or rather harvesting; harvesting the loot in people’s inventories as she walked through the crowded streets. Of course she didn’t just steal from everyone, she only took from those whom she knew would have items to spare or people who looked too cocky for their own good. Then it was time for giving away some of her stolen goods to people who looked like they needed it and then disappearing like a spirit, rejecting people who invited her to go on quests just to go on one herself, dancing without music to Gangnam Style out in the streets (for the lols) and finally checking her private messages.
                                      Having gained quite a name for herself as being an elusive and random, but kind hearted Phantom who pops up in random areas every once in a while, Bakeneko would occasionally get requests from random people requesting her help in stealing from some other person who had wronged the requester. Inevitably, she would agree to help for a price and sometimes there would also be fake messages from people who wanted to ambush and attack her back. Being someone with incredible luck, Bakeneko managed to escape every time without a hitch from such tricky situations. Unfortunately, today, there were no such messages. The girl sighed. Today she was feeling a little more tired than usual for some unknown reason. Sakura blamed the hot chocolate she drank at brunch that energized her but also made her feel a little drowsy and so decided to log out early to get some shut eye.

                                      Hearing soft murmurs of unfamiliar voices which gradually grew louder with a “what’s going on?” her eyelids started to flutter slowly as they opened. Sakura put a hand to her eyes as they adjusted to the Room’s bright lights. The sleeves of her pyjamas were familiar to her, but she never recalled her room having such bright lights. She hastily sat up and looked around at the alien scenery around her. Hundreds of white sheeted beds and strangers lying sleeping or dead in them greeted her slightly trembling eyes (her selective vision ignoring the sight of the two who were awake for the time being).
                                      Where? When? Who? Why? What? A cold chill ran down her spine as she tried to rationalise her situation. “This must be some kind of strange morgue. I must be dead from playing too much Golden Age and neglecting a few of my meals…I didn't skip that many though...” Sakura felt small pang of guilt and sadness. Maybe she should’ve spent some more time with her parents and reconnected with them like they were trying to with her. But whatever pang of guilt or melancholy was washed away and quickly replaced with some sort of peculiar inner peace. She had been left alone by those people, and now she’s alone. That’s how it had always been and it looked like that’s how it will be once again.
                                      …And now since this doesn’t appear to be anywhere celestial, so I must have become a ghost. Wonderful, now I can look over Dad and Mum as they continue to live their lives. Maybe I can fly and travel around the world too~. OMG, I’ve always wanted to visit Hawaii!!!Sakura jumped up onto the bed and gave a gleeful “Whoo~!” as she fist pumped the air before realizing that she couldn’t fly, she probably hadn’t become a ghost and that there were two other people in the room whom were also awake. Making eye contact with the two, her smile dropped a little before almost immediately reviving itself. She hadn’t felt so relieved to see people in a very very long while. Jumping down from the bed, Sakura shuffled over to them. Normally, she was not one to approach people on her own outside Golden Age, but now was not a normal time.
                                      Hello there sirs. My name’s Sakura Kiyokawa.” She smiled and gave them an energetic wave out of habit. It was how she had always greeted everyone.
                                      Who might you two be and might either of you happen to know where we are or what's happening here?


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              Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 7:37 pm
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                                      MY ONLY REGRET IS HAVING REGRETS « «
                                      XXXXEVERYDAY˟S A SE2COND CHANCE
                                      XXXXXXXXXIF I WAKE UP⇗⇗ WITH A BEATINGHEART
                                      XXXXWILL I STAND⇣UP OR WILL I F A L L A P A R T .......
                                      ??

                                      “Hell man, I don't ******** know." With her face still plastered with the smile she had greeted them with, Sakura subconsciously started wringing tightly a corner of the bed sheet she was standing on and had brought from her bed. It wasn’t the first time she had heard swearing, in fact she was often sworn at in Golden Age by confused people whom she had stolen from and dazed with illusions of loud, bright fireworks. But, nevertheless, swearing was something she didn’t appreciate. If she was in Golden Age, she would’ve given him a light whack on the back of the head with her umbrella, but she didn’t have her gear and in fact she didn't have anything. Realising this (albeit a little late), a hollow feeling swarmed over her as if someone had stolen all her possessions or burnt down her house. However, like her previous feelings of melancholy, they dissipated quickly with positive thoughts of "I can always get some more stuff...somehow". Returning to reality, she took a slight step back before turning to the fuchsia eyed male (not wanting to look up like some child at the taller individual).
                                      Well, that makes all of us then.” She answered slightly curtly, her eyes then beginning to scan the room, looking briefly at all the other people whom were starting to stir, although she recognised nobody.

                                      In only her childish puppy patterned pyjamas, Sakura was starting to feel a little awkward, but seeing another person in the distance also in pyjamas, she felt better right away.
                                      "Assuming that ya'll are smart enough, I won't be of any help to you guys. Especially when it comes to answering your questions because I don't know s**t." Her eyes returned to looking directly at fuchsia ones.
                                      Well, we wouldn’t have known that you knew nothing if we didn’t ask. But it’s ok that you don’t know anything, since we all don’t know anything either.” She responded lightly. It was a matter-of-fact statement that may have sounded slightly sarcastic, but Sakura was just stating the honest truth without any ill intentions or sarcasm intended. It wasn’t as if she was going to attack him for not knowing anything, nor did it look like he was going to attack her for the same reason.
                                       
                                      Studying the male who had spoken, she concluded that he needed a name since he hadn’t given her his. “Monsieur Merde. M.M. Or en anglais, Mr s**t. Pft. No, that’s mean...How did I even think of such a thing? It must be this strange atmosphere around here that's making me weird...-er than usual. ” The raven haired girl giggled to herself, trying to control her expression on the outside as her feet shuffled slightly on top of the bed sheet. “But maybe this is how I've always been. Me and my whims. Ah...Well, even if he has a bit of a trashy mouth, he might be a nice person on the inside. I’ll just call them Shiro-one and Shiro-two for now…I wonder how my Kuro is doing at home…” More than anyone, her real-life cat Kuro was the one who spent the most time with her ever since she returned to Japan. Remembering the times she’d see his adorable, happy, begging-for-food face after logging out from Golden Age made her feel nostalgic. If there was anyone she wanted to have spent more time with, it would be with Kuro.
                                       
                                      "I must suppose that none of you know what's going on either?" Sakura jolted slightly from her thoughts, letting go of the bed sheet as she heard a soft voice beside her. Normally she would be the one giving people the fright in Golden Age, but as she had established before today certainly wasn’t a normal day. Turning to the source of the voice, Sakura smiled. In France, she was always the shortest in her class, but ever since returning to Japan she had seen shorter people than her. To say the least, it made her feel happy that she had a sort of “comrade”. The figure looked like the sort of person that she liked having around more than most other people; small-ish, cute-ish and soft spoken.
                                      Nope, not a single clue unfortunately…Oh, I’m Sakura by the way. Nice to meet you.
                                      Turning back to the group, she breathed in deeply and gave a determined nod to herself.
                                      Well, this is just a suggestion but let’s not continue to be sitting ducks and try to find someone who might know shi- something.” Her lips curled into a cat like smile. She was rather proud that she had managed to stop one of her fickle whims before it could fully manifest itself and take the form of a word jested at “Shiro-one's” previous statement. It would all have been in good humor but may not have been appropriate considering that atmosphere.
                                      "Oh and if we do decide to walk, would anyone care to lead the way? I'm not exactly the leader type." Usually a "lone wolf" or "stray cat" type of person, Sakura wasn't one to tag along with others, but in light of this very particular day she decided that there would be "safety in numbers" and that she would stay with these people until she knew what exactly was going on.


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              Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 3:21 pm
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                                      MY ONLY REGRET IS HAVING REGRETS « «
                                      XXXXEVERYDAY˟S A SE2COND CHANCE
                                      XXXXXXXXXIF I WAKE UP⇗⇗ WITH A BEATINGHEART
                                      XXXXWILL I STAND⇣UP OR WILL I F A L L A P A R T .......
                                      ??

                                                "Lorelei, eh? Well, Rellie-chan it is then." She thought to herself before seeing that someone else had also joined the party, someone who had colourful hair and was freakishly tall (to her). But before Sakura could introduce herself (again), the screen in the middle of the room lit up. The raven haired girl jolted a little as she least expected such a thing to happen considering that she hadn’t even noticed that screen before.
                                                Quickly calming down, she began to listen to this "creator" ramble on to see what he had to say for himself. For a few moments, her mind just blanked out, trying to make sense of all this information he was spouting cheerfully at her. Then, just one word formed. "s**t." She didn't expect herself to feel so unexpectedly calm, but perhaps it was her nerves that was making her freeze up like this or maybe she had already gotten over the fact that her life wasn't going to be the same anymore since waking up in this room. Either way, it was rather unsettling. "Find the hidden device that powers the projection? Bomb? Why would someone even bother doing something like this?" Sakura wondered how he had planted a bomb inside her and where the bomb was inside her as she didn’t feel anything different. Maybe he had made her eat it. But then it would eventually just come out the other end, and he wouldn’t be as stupid as to not think of that would he? In any case, she was sure that she’d get through this ordeal somehow.

                                                By the end of the announcement, Sakura was glaring at the blank screen. If she was sure of anything at this moment, it would be that she hated this guy. What was with this guy’s carefree attitude? If what he was saying was correct, then he had decimated a whole city, killing thousands of people and yet he was acting like a kid who had got a new game (though she had an inkling that this was probably just a game to him). Sighing, she looked around at everyone around her, at Lorelei who seemed to be rather shaken or agitated by the event and whose lip was bleeding as a result, at the tall stranger and at "Shiro-one" who both strangely didn't seem to be too affected. Her thoughts turned back to herself. Well, at least now that she knew who put her into this situation, Sakura knew who to get revenge against, for Kuro, her parents, various other distant relatives around the world and the Suzukis who ran the restaurant a few streets down from her apartment that made friggin delicious yakisoba that was to die for. Her mind ticked with ways to punch the XX out of his XX, cut of his XXing XX and then shove his XX up his XX before hanging his XX by his XX from a cliff overlooking the fiery depths of hell. However, they were just thoughts and in reality Sakura could never bring herself to do any of those things and even in Golden Age she had never PKed anyone. Shaking herself out of her vengeful daze, Sakura decided that the best way to get revenge against Shin would be to not only survive, but survive and live happily ever after. Yes, that would definitely be the best revenge she could take against him.

                                                Sakura hadn't failed to notice that there were numerous voices mumbling in the background before Shin had instructed them to take only one pack each. "Maybe he's the leader of an organisation of people then? Or perhaps just holograms he created because he is probably a lonely friendless sunnuva piece of s**t." She shook her head again, trying to shake out the negativity. She’d work things out later if ever she encountered one of Shin’s goons. Seeing “Shiro-one” access the menu, she following his lead and flicked her left hand down, making the familiar translucent menu appear before her. Seeing all the items (and money) she had collected in all those hours of playing Golden Age provided some sort of comfort to her.
                                                "Since none of ya'll are making the move, I guess I will. Gonna go head out that'ta way," Her eyes shifted to look at “Shiro-one” who had stated walking away. Only then did the girl notice that Lorelei and the other guy had gone somewhere as well. Hastily, she picked a random combination of clothes from her inventory. Like a magical girl transformation, she changed into more practical clothes consisting of a button up shirt underneath a loose sweater coupled with a shorts, long socks and boots combi, topped off with a newsboy cap and a mid-length trench coat (basically what she's wearing in the left picture without the fluffy bolero, mittens and flowery headband). Sakura wasn’t sure what skills the others had but there was no reason not to equip herself, just in case anything happened. She took out her umbrella from her inventory as well as several darts which she hid the pockets of her trench coat and a pack of cards which were neatly placed in a belted holster-like box which she strapped to her upper thigh. To anyone, her umbrella looked like an ordinary muted plum coloured parasol, but sheathed in under its metal tube was actually a wakisashi or short sword which she could pull out at any time by its seamlessly attached handle.

                                                "Are you guys coming or what--? I know I'm not fit to be a leader and you don't have to follow me, but s**t, it's better to stick together than not." Finally feeling completely ready for whatever action would ensue, she took one last look at the room full of beds before turning on her heel and scurrying after “Shiro-one”. Faintly hearing Lorelai ask someone of their future plans in the distance, Sakura had a hunch that her group was just about to get bigger.
                                                "Ah! Wait up~!" she shouted after him, eventually rejoining the group that had indeed grown in numbers again.
                                                Sakura opened her mouth to speak before her eyes lit up with excitement. Squealing “Kyah! It’s so fluffy!” is not the typical reaction of someone who is suddenly faced with a sabre-toothed tiger but that was exactly Sakura’s reaction. Unfazed by its razor sharp teeth or its predatory aura, the girl rushed past the supply packs, Lorelei, “Shiro-one”, “Mr Colorful” and the two new people, proceeding to latch herself onto the beast and hug its large neck. Seeing the sabre-toothed tiger reminded her of Kuro, both the virtual and real one. Thinking of how nice it would be to take Kuro out of her inventory, but not wanting the two to start a fight in the one in infinity chance that they didn’t get along she decided to wait. Then, realising that this was probably not a stray tiger, Sakura let go of the beast, turning her head to the group.
                                                Sorry, I got a bit too excited there. Nice sabre-tooth tiger you have here.” She apologised, before shifting to the side of the corridor to get herself a supply pack which she wore like a knapsack, her eyes slowly travelling off to look at the tiger again.

                                                Oh, by the way, I’m Sakura.” The girl gave the two men a bright smile. This was the third time she had introduced herself and she wished that she had a nametag or that her name would magically light up above her. Actually, with her knowledge of illusionary magic, it wouldn’t be difficult at all for her to conjure up her name above her head. But unsure of whether or not to trust these people and reveal her skills, the Phantom decided against it for the time being.
                                                Well, for starters I think we should add each other as contacts so we can always find each other on the map before we start heading off.” Speaking of map, the girl wondered whether she had one here like in Golden Age. Flicking her hand down, she brought up the menu again and opened up the map tab. It was Tokyo alright, but a different Tokyo than she had known with some of the old roads closed off and new ones opened due to the destruction that had occurred.

                                                From behind the holographic screen, Sakura spotted “Shiro-one” walking off on his lonesome again.
                                                Hey, weren’t you the one who said that it’s better to stick together? Don’t go off walking by yourself!” Sakura called as she ran after him, ultimately getting a door in her face. Swinging the door open, one hand on the red mark that the door had given her, she was ready to give him a piece of her mind about being a hypocrite when the apocalyptic Tokyo which she had been hearing about cleared all of those thoughts away in a breeze. She closed the door and opened it again a few times. No, it wasn’t going to disappear. This was the reality that she had to accept.
                                                Uh, I think you guys should take a look at this.” The girl called to the group without looking back at them as she opened the door once again. Sakura didn’t want to startle them, especially after they had been given such a heart wrenching announcement, but they were going to have to face it anyway and she thought that it would be best to get it over earlier rather than later.


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                                      ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ: the Room >>> between the Room and Tokyo ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ: Lots of peeps: Lorelai, "Shiro-one", "Mr Colourful", two other guys and a sabre-toothed tiger sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ: 100 %
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              Shy Pumpkin

              Posted:1/15/13 10:00pm
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                                                              She was up earlier than usual. The maids had gotten a shock seeing their normally still asleep or if awake, normally actively bouncing around princess silently sitting by the windowsill in the dress and jewellery that she had chosen (with her parent’s consent) for the occasion the night before. Hearing them enter, she turned and gave them a petite smile, a slightly melancholic air blew through the room as the maids walked in carrying three large leather suitcases, a small basket of pastries, a jug of icy apple juice and a few glass cups.
                                                              "Good morning, Alice and Frederica. Nice weather, today, eh?" Renae knew their names. She made it a point to remember the name of every servant in the castle, since she saw most of them more than her own parents. In fact they were rather like family, but it wasn't likely that she was going to see them again for a long time, if ever. "Y-yes, indeed, Princ-"
                                                              "For the last time, because it really is the last time this time, it is fine to call me Renae." the middle princess got up onto her feet and walked up to her maids giving them both a light hug.
                                                              "Thanks for serving me all these years." she whispered as the maids held back a few tears. "I-It's been a pleasure serving you...Renae… A-ah, we have bought you your suitcases, as you requested and also some refreshments.” The two placed the suitcases in front of the bed and food on the table by the window before closing the door quietly behind them as the princess waved goodbye, shouting after them to take care and not overwork themselves.

                                                              As soon as she could see that the edge of door had met its frame, Renae crouched down to inspect the cases. Clicking open the locks, she grinned. Flinging open her rather large wardrobe, she started to chuck in her clothes, evenly separating them out between all three containers. She had purposely refused to allow anyone to pack her suitcases for there were one or two things she wanted to add. Getting down on her knees, the princess reached under her bed until she could feel the rough cloth of a potato sack which she then pulled down. Inside were various sundries including some rope which she had taken from the stables, her disguises (that included wigs and commoner clothing which she had used in some previous years long ago to sneak out to town), her bow and a quiver of arrows, a few sticks of fireworks (that she had smuggled in from town) and packets of confectionery just to name a few. Why would she need all these things? One word. Escape. In fact, actually two words. Eventual escape.
                                                              If anyone knew Renae, they’d know that she wouldn’t be content being a sitting duck and letting people choose everything for her. Her upper lip curled up into a small smirk as she looked at her equipment. The princess returned to the window and looked down. It was a large window, large enough for her to climb through. But her parents had especially chosen a room that was high up in the castle and was not near any trees so that her chances of escaping before meeting her guard were very slim, slimmer than there were chances of dying. Though Renae was a risk taker, she wasn’t stupid as to risk her life just yet; after all, there would surely be plenty of chances in the future.
                                                              She returned to face her equipment again. Just thinking about it made her want to punch something. She personally had nothing against her betrothed and in fact was quite curious as to what he was like. Maybe they could get along, just pretend to get marry and fight for their liberties together. Maybe he had someone in mind and she could help him win over his love in return for her own freedom. But because he was chosen for her, Renae’s image of him wasn’t the most pleasant. “He’s probably some arrogant, bigoted, egotistical creature who likes to sit by himself in dark, little corners of the room and do nothing but grow mushrooms. Poisonous mushrooms because his aura would’ve contaminated the innocent things…No! No! No! I must stop thinking like this or I’ll be no better than he is. I’m sure he’s a wonderful…person?!?” With a shake of her head to disperse her negative thoughts, she returned to packing. Once again, she divided her things equally between the suitcases, making sure that each had a little of everything (except her bow because she couldn’t very well have broken it into thirds, but she did divide up her arrows between the suitcases).

                                                              “Your Highness, your Royal Guard, Dame Nyx Aidoni, has arrived,” The princess froze for a second before quickly darting to her suitcases. Shutting and locking them swiftly, she turned to the window. From her reflection, she could see that she had that frazzled "here already!?!" expression on, which wasn't good. Renae wasn't expecting to meet her guard so quickly and especially just after she had packed a few extra things that she probably wasn't supposed to.
                                                              “Excuse me, Your Highness, but I shall be entering now.” The girl squished her cheeks with her hands before moving her lips from a smile to a frown rapidly in an attempt to fix her expression.
                                                              “Nyx Aidoni of the Royal Guards at your service. I hope I am not interrupting anything.” She turned to face the person who would be accompanying her 24/7 from now on. For a split second, her eyes flickered to the side where she could see her reflection. Her frazzled expression had died down a bit but was replaced by a rather nervous looking grin. Well, at least it was better than what she had on before.
                                                              "N-no, you're not interrupting anything at all. It’s very nice to meet you, Dame Aidoni. Please just call me Renae and please don’t bow to me. We are both just people, you know? May I call you Nyx?” Having calmed down, the princess showed her guard a brilliant smile, the one she normally gave everyone as she stretched out her hand for a friendly handshake. It made sense to at least try to get along with rather than be enemies with the person who is going to be stuck around you all day.
                                                              Have you had breakfast yet? Please have some pastries. I don’t eat much but Alice and Frederica seem to have bought quite an assortment.” The princess moved around, pulling two chairs from various corners of the room and placing them by the food table, before motioning for her guard to take a seat.
                                                              I haven’t been informed of today’s schedule, so I don’t know what’s going to happen next. Would you happen to know?” Renae asked as she poured a glass of juice for Nyx, placing it in front of her.

              (¯`'•.¸()¸.•'´¯) --------------------------------------------Wʜɴ I ʟ ɪɴ ʏʀ ʏs, I Tʀʙʟ Mʀ, Wʜɴ I sɴ ɴx ʏ, I Tʀʙʟ Mʀ, Lɪʟ ʙʏ ʟɪʟ, ʀ ʀ ʀ. As ɢ ɴ, ʀ ʀ ʀ. N I ɴ ʜʟ ʏ ʜʀ ɪʜʀ.--------------------------------------------(¯`'•.¸()¸.•'´¯)
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              Shy Pumpkin

              Posted: 1/19/13 8:25pm
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                                                              "Why would my opinion change?" Renae wondered to herself before she started listening intently to Nyx's backstory. As her guard spoke of her past, the princess finally understood. Being quite sheltered from the world, she hadn't heard of Nyx's mother's incident and had only read about similar situations happening in novels in the palace library. So, she didn't know how to react as she continued listening, keeping the same relaxed expression on her face. To be honest, it didn't really matter to the princess, though she didn't know how to put her thoughts into words delicately. The past was the past and sometimes the decisions of others can't be foretold, that was something Renae knew all too well. For how was Nyx's father supposed to have known that his wife would cheat on him, how was his wife supposed to know that she'd fall in love with another person? How was Renae supposed to know that her father was going to start a war with the First kingdom? But how was he supposed to know that the first kingdom's king would offer up his sons? Their situations were very different, but somehow she felt like she could relate as it seemed like both their lives and futures had been affected greatly by the selfish decisions of others.

                                                              When her guard started talking about how she wanted to support her family, Renae couldn't help but feel slightly shocked, it being something else that the princess couldn't have foreseen. Of course everyone had to have a family, but the palace guards whom she knew were often brash young men who were willing to risk their lives for the thrill because they had nothing to tie them down. To have one with so many things to live for and a family to come back to, Renae started battling her inner turmoils; not wanting to get married, yearning to just run away from it all, but yet feeling some obligation to tone down her future plans escape plans, or maybe cancel them all together so that Nyx and her family would not get into trouble because of her recklessness. The princess knew then that she would have to consider more carefully what her future actions she should take. She knew very well that running off to town to hang out with her people and running away from the marriage which was supposed to be a peace treaty with another kingdom were two entirely separate things, but perhaps if Nyx wasn't her guard, perhaps if she didn't care about her people, she could've just abandoned all logic and reason and gone off to live the life of a rogue on the run. But, this wasn't the case and being a trusting person, in those few minutes which she got to know Nyx, Renae was already fairly attached and touched by the devotion and filiality Nyx showed towards her family.

                                                              "I must say, that's quite the past you have there. Now that you are a Royal Guard I'm sure that your father and siblings are most proud of you. Thank you so much for telling me. It must have taken a lot of courage for you to do so. My opinion of you has changed, but for the better. I like honest people and you seem to be one who is most honest and honourable." the princes beamed a smile, her emerald eyes unwaveringly looking straight into Nyx's. Through her guard's words, she saw a glimpse of what the first kingdom's people were like; some judgmental and biased folk who only looked at the surface of things and not people for who they were, but also a few who were kind hearted and forgiving, namely the king who had allowed them to continue living in the First kingdom. It seemed like the kingdom which her betrothed came from was just like any other kingdom with its mix of people. Hopefully, her prince would turn out to be the latter kind.
                                                              "I'll keep your words in mind. I'm quite clueless as to what love of that sort is like, but I guess I can play it by ear." the princess smiled brightly again before getting up onto her feet.
                                                              "Well, I think it's about time I pay a visit to my sisters, let's go~!" And with that she opened the door and fluttered out with a spring in her step, occasionally speeding up to put some space between her and her guard just to test her limits.

                                                              The first of her sisters whom she wanted to visit was her youngest, since the assassination attempt was aimed at her. But, alas, when she reached the room, it was empty. So, Renae decided to work upwards in terms of age, checking the room of her second youngest, which was also empty before going to her second oldest sister's room.
                                                              Without warning, as she always had done, the middle princess pushed open the door, albeit this time with a little more energy that she had wanted to use making her entrance just a little more flamboyant than usual.
                                                              "Good morning, dear sister~! How are you on this oh so fine day?" Renae twirled into the room, before plonking herself down on the seat next to her sister's desk, making sure not to bump into or touch the cello on the way as she knew how much her older sister treasured the instrument. She surveyed the room, noticing the mountain of paper in the wastebasket and the journal her older sister was holding. The princess had always admired her sister's musical talent in composing and playing the cello. Renae used to take piano lessons when she was younger, but she didn't feel any sort of connection to it. Instead she seemed to have an aptitude for picking up strange things and one rather odd instrument that she acquired was an ocarina which she bought during one of her escapades to town when a few travelling traders happened to visit. But being too consumed with trying to find ways to escape to town, the only thing she knew how to play on it was "twinkle twinkle little star" because she didn't attempt any other song.
                                                              "I just thought I'd come to see how you're doing. Your guard doesn't appear to be here yet." she smiled, once again swinging her legs under her seat,
                                                              "Oh and on the topic of guards. This is my guard, her name is Nyx. Nyx, this is my second elder sister, Mairys….So, did you manage to compose anything today?"

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